Let's Fall in Love at 17

Let them know it's yours

"At midnight does my heart transform
From a carriage of love
It becomes a pumpkin of hatred rough"

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I stopped midway to sitting down, my butt hanging in the air, eyes darting from Romeo to David, one I wanted to kill, the other I wanted to hide from.

Hell was this embarrassing!

Everyone's attention was on me, Leena's eyes emitting laser beams at the jacket as if it would burn away.

Romeo's lips were parted, eyes trained on me, slightly darker like the depths of an ocean, calm in its stillness yet petrifying in the darkness it offered. He answered before I had the chance to, "Uh... no. Mine's in my room."

I sighed in relief but it was short lived. What would I tell him? Why was I wearing his jacket?

I didn't care what someone else thought but I did care what he thought. Would he think of me as a freak now?

I sat down, glaring at David who was still staring at the jacket with a knowing smile playing on his lips. He raised his eyes to look at me and quickly recovered himself, rubbing his neck and going back to watching the movie.

"He saved you." Freya whispered but I didn't reply. He didn't save me. I didn't need saving from others knowing I was wearing his jacket. I couldn't care less about that. I needed saving from what he thought of me wearing his jacket... in a way that I myself had now classified as creepy.

When now I looked at him, he was still looking at me as if he didn't know how to look away. As if the distance between us was killing him, as if he didn't have anything better to look at, as if I was the only person in the room.

One thought kept running through my mind.

He shouldn't be looking at me like that.

He shouldn't be looking at me like that when he still believed he wasn't worth it. It wasn't right for the both of us.

I endured his longing eyes with dry gulps until I couldn't take it anymore, "I'll be back" I said to Frey and quietly stood up, leaving the room and ambling through the hallway where she had taken me before.

I felt a strong presence behind me and without looking I knew who it was. I always knew when it was him. His hand encircled my wrist but his touch burned. I didn't like it. I didn't like it when the same hand had been carelessly tapping Leena's shoulder just now.

He didn't stop even when I slowed down, "Wha-"

"Shh, just come with me." He commanded and tightened his hold on my wrist, leading me to a room. Its walls were surprisingly painted red, a contrast to the white walls of the house. I took notice of the white spot messily painted just in line with the bed.

He let go of my wrist once we were inside, his head of curly hair bounced as he turned around with a small smile tugging at his lips. Unexpectedly, he closed the distance between us and took me in his arms, setting my whole body on a low burning fire.

"Cecily." He breathed and for once the sound didn't affect me. Maybe because of the anger I was feeling right now. My arms stayed glued to my side even as he snuggled his head in my neck and whispered, "You should wear my jacket often."

And I was reminded of what I would say when he asked me why I was wearing it.

I took his arms off of me and gently stepped back, looking right into his questioning gaze. "You forgot this at my house. I texted you." I said in a monotonous voice, crossing my arms across my chest.